In The Fish Factory
30/9/94-4/10/94
30 September 1994 - IN THE FISH FACTORY
We waited six hours for Winko to appear, and when he did, four of us went for his wallet. Pow! We knocked him down. Ka-pow! We ran into the factory.
Inside, hundreds of sour fish spines dangled from a rotary washing line. The Germans suckled them till the skin grew back.
1 October 1994 - IN THE FISH FACTORY
We travelled further into the factory. In one hall we counted no less than 147 marlins in a cot.
Later, one of the Germans tried to suck out a sprat's eye, but ended up swallowing its beak. I drank a cup of warm eel's roe by mistake.
3 October 1994 - IN THE FISH FACTORY
One of the factory dams burst yesterday. Two of the Germans were swept into a pulsing vat of cod scalps, whilst another found himself in a bucket of crispy, burnt herrings.
I myself fell face first into a lake of bitter pufferfish bellies.
4 October 1994 - IN THE FISH FACTORY
I escaped from the fish factory by crawling through a wide gulley awash with the ink of a thousand squid.
I drank as much as I could, but after a while it started to taste like a tramp had washed his cloak in it. Lovely!
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